Chapter Twenty Two
Lucy could not bring herself to go with them to the station. The sound of the horse hooves and the crunch of the stones under the wheels turned a sour knot in her stomach. She knew who it was even before Abby spoke, “They’s back, Miss Lucy.”
“Is everything ready?”
“Yes, Miss.” she, Cassy and Missy had cleaned out the back parlor enough to make room for the coffin. Max would lay there for the next three days. “Water’s all heated up. As soon as they gets him in place, I’ll have them bring it back to you.”
Lucy wore the darkest dress she had. Her hair was tied back with black ribbons and combs. It was the best she could do on such short notice. “Thank you.” Her body swayed as she stood until she brought her hand to rest on the back of the chair. “We should have flowers.
